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Sending Letters to the Devil<\/strong><\/p>\n Sending letters to the devil by bottlemail, He floats over blistering oceans on My devil secures his Sat cross-legged underneath <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Atalie Scrivener<\/strong> is a female poet from the southeast of England. She prides in being a guilty tea addict; whom stubbornly prefers the wandering eccentricity of her daydreams to hard work.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sending Letters to the Devil Sending letters to the devil by bottlemail, cork secured forcefully thirteen times (for luck). We’ve been conferring by waves of blazing air, discussing our plans for the potential. He floats over blistering oceans on anaemic clouds tinted timid. Loosely gripping the reins as galactic atmospheres acquiesce in his favour. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4593","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4593","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4593"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4595,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4593\/revisions\/4595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncork secured forcefully thirteen times (for luck).
\nWe’ve been conferring by waves of blazing air,
\ndiscussing our plans for the potential.<\/p>\n
\nanaemic clouds tinted timid.
\nLoosely gripping the reins as galactic
\natmospheres acquiesce in his favour.
\nGreeting my qualms with a
\nsmile heaved eyebrow-high.
\nHieroglyphics guard our
\nconversation from prying eyes,
\nintricate yet elegant: refined.<\/p>\n
\nashen tie with one hand,
\nstraightening his suit with the other.
\nI agree to meet him on the
\naquatic bed at first light.
\nI keep to my word,
\nlike the blue to the sky.
\nBefore the sun has wholly risen,
\nI have already accepted the gift.<\/p>\n
\nprevailing tides of combustion,
\nI slide the tie around my neck.
\nTipping my head back;
\nthe flames laugh with me.<\/p>\n